the actress & the athlete | sam kerr

five - part 2

sheva demsky's top 5 tips to survive a hangover

✡︎ one
if you are still in a position to prevent the hangover, start with that. advil in advance will take the edge off tomorrow's headache. drink your water, eat some fatty food, soak up that alcohol, and my god get yourself some vitamins!

this is what I failed to consider while I was kissing an absolute princess in a grimy underground shelter.

✡︎ two
have snacks prepared. and not those back of the pantry snacks from last chanukah that expire in 4 days. you need all the sugar you can get.

I always have snacks prepared. this was a no-brainer.

✡︎ three
those photos you took that you thought would be so cool? or those videos of you singing along to bat out of hell like it's the last 9 minutes and 50 seconds you'll have on earth... delete them. and the shady instagram stories... damn, don't think we didn't see those too. get all that the hell out of here!

I promise, your future self will thank you, you'll never find the finsta worthy selfies you took with the man in the kebab shop more charming than you did in the exact moment you took them.

✡︎ four
if you can stand up without vomiting, congratulations! please try to clean your space. at least that way you can rot in the comfort of a fresh bed.

showers are great too, and they're not optional on the days you're hungover... even if you have a sit-down shower, it's the thought that counts!

✡︎ five
curl up with a beautiful woman who is better at acing hangovers than you are, throw on a netflix series, grab all the comforters and pray to god you're not interrupted by a gang of girls who are already suspicious of your potential slightly more-than-friendsationship.

too specific?

sam and I were wrapped up in her now all too familiar and distinguishable apartment, a do not disturb sign swinging on the door handle.

"I feel like that isn't a deterrent, sam. it has big red button energy."

"I think you're overreacting."

"I think you don't know our friends. I've had fans camp outside my home who are less nosy."

sam just laughed at me, putting her arms around my waist and looking into my eyes, drinking in one of few moments of stillness and calm. I am more bewildered by the fact she likes me and wants to be close to me than I ever was when I got my first big break. back on the training pitch, she lifted me up with all her strength, clasped my hand that perfectly fit into hers and proposed a lazy evening with her, eating takeout and watching dumb tv to my ears only. who refuses an offer like that?

the cuddles were just what I needed, reassuring me that she did in fact appreciate our kiss... she confirmed that by giving me a second. this kiss was passionate, deep and sober. we meant it. I ran my fingers through her hair, the already indented brush strokes acting as a guide for me to unclasp her short pony tail. the kiss deepened while she held my jaw, we were so hungry for each other's touch. I wanted her so bad, but there was an unexplained blockage between us.

I guessed it could've been sam's fresh break-up, or the fact that I presented as straight to the world. it probably had something to do with the fact we had a primarily professional relationship, or maybe it was just the fact sam just saw me as a another girl on the road. but right now that didn't matter. I hadn't known sam for very long, whatever her intentions were, I didn't care. in this moment with our fingers interlocked, I felt like I was going to risk it all.

I opened my eyes to see her flickering eyelids become a soft brown stare. she is so beautiful.

"sorry for taking out your hair," I acknowledged in a whisper. "I can try to fix it for you."

I wanted to see just how well I had the renowned sam kerr pony tail down, she just nodded, obviously equally curious to see my attempts.

I softly combed her hair for a while, much longer than a mother would take preparing her daughter for school. I took pride and peace in having this moment with sam and we continued our little talks.

"quick one... how did I end up back here last night?" I challenged, hoping sam had a better memory than I did.

"well first of all you forgot where your room was so that was kind of the first battle," sam recalled with her eyes closed, enjoying the brush repetitively tracing her scalp. 
"then I told you I had a packet of cheezels in a bag from back home and you said it was your 'dream' to eat a cheezel."

"what the fuck is a cheezel?"

"ask the half empty packet you fell asleep eating."

sam pointed to a rolled up blue bag on the dresser directly in front of me while I cringed inside.

at least that answers the question of 'what crazy, sexy things happened in sam's bed?"

we climbed under the covers in an exhausted slumber, dimming the lights and watching real housewives (sam being too tired to protest let, nature take its course on that one), in a completely otherwise silent atmosphere. it was a long, laborious day, but at least I got to be hungover with her ♡